The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf WhittierJ. R. Osgood, 1873 - 395 pàgines |
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... Rock " in El Ghor On a Prayer - Book To J. T. F. The Palm - Tree Lines for the Burns Festival The Red River Voyageur ix 198 199 199 200 200 200 201 201 202 204 206 208 211 211 • 212 212 213 214 214 215 215 218 221 223 225 226 227 · 228 ...
... Rock " in El Ghor On a Prayer - Book To J. T. F. The Palm - Tree Lines for the Burns Festival The Red River Voyageur ix 198 199 199 200 200 200 201 201 202 204 206 208 211 211 • 212 212 213 214 214 215 215 218 221 223 225 226 227 · 228 ...
Pàgina 1
... rock is he , While beneath him the Saco its work is doing , Hurrying down to its grave , the sea , And slow through the rock its path- way hewing ! Far down , through the mist of the fall- ing river , Which rises up like an incense ever ...
... rock is he , While beneath him the Saco its work is doing , Hurrying down to its grave , the sea , And slow through the rock its path- way hewing ! Far down , through the mist of the fall- ing river , Which rises up like an incense ever ...
Pàgina 3
... rock and bough and tree - trunk rude , A narrow lustre throwing . " Who's there ? " a clear , firm voice demands ; " Hold , Ruth , ' t is I , the Saga- more ! " Quick , at the summons , hasty hands Unclose the bolted door ; And on the ...
... rock and bough and tree - trunk rude , A narrow lustre throwing . " Who's there ? " a clear , firm voice demands ; " Hold , Ruth , ' t is I , the Saga- more ! " Quick , at the summons , hasty hands Unclose the bolted door ; And on the ...
Pàgina 7
... rock . Bathed in the autumnal sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer's light - robed angel forms On ...
... rock . Bathed in the autumnal sunshine , stirred At intervals by breeze and bird , And wearing all the hues which glow In heaven's own pure and perfect bow , That glorious picture of the air , Which summer's light - robed angel forms On ...
Pàgina 8
... Rock , abrupt and bare , Lifts its gray turrets in the air , Seen from afar , like some stronghold Built by the ocean kings of old ; And , faint as smoke - wreath white and thin , Swells in the north vast Katahdin : And , wandering from ...
... Rock , abrupt and bare , Lifts its gray turrets in the air , Seen from afar , like some stronghold Built by the ocean kings of old ; And , faint as smoke - wreath white and thin , Swells in the north vast Katahdin : And , wandering from ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1892 |
The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1894 |
The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Visualització completa - 1895 |
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Æsir angels beauty beneath bird blessed blood bloom blow breath brow calm chain cloud cold dark dead dear dream earth Esbern Snare evermore evil eyes faith fall Faneuil Hall fathers fear feet fire flowers freedom God's gold Goody Cole grave gray green Hampton River hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy human land light lips living Loch Maree look Lord mountain murmur never Newbury town night Norembega Norridgewock o'er pain pale peace Pennacook pines poor praise pray prayer Quaker rills rock round sail shade shadow shame shine shore silent sing slave slavery smile song soul sound spirit stars summer sunset sweet tears thee thine thou thought toil TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE tread trees truth unto voice wall waves weary Weetamoo wigwam wild William Penn wind wood words wrong
Passatges populars
Pàgina 268 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the Rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
Pàgina 284 - Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Eaked down the herd's-grass for the cows : Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
Pàgina 224 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, "God has touched him! why should we!
Pàgina 194 - Through the day and through the night Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond. Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
Pàgina 317 - And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
Pàgina 194 - Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard. Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat...
Pàgina 204 - Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, "It might have been.
Pàgina 194 - For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
Pàgina 203 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her...
Pàgina 55 - Our fathers to their graves have gone ; Their strife is past, — their triumph won ; But sterner trials wait the race Which rises in their honored place, — A moral warfare with the crime And folly of an evil time. So let it be. In God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons He has given, — The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.